The woman looked to be over forty, dressed in the hotel cleaner's uniform. Only her upper body was visible; her lower half was concealed by a cart filled with various items.
"Do you need your room cleaned?"
The cleaner's voice was very young, a mismatch with her appearance.
Han Fei frowned slightly. He realized that the cleaner's voice was identical to the woman's voice on the phone earlier, "Is the cleaner the hotel front desk? She was the one who answered the call."
His hand slipped into his pocket as he approached the cleaner with a smile, "I don't need my room cleaned, but I did call for your room service just now."
"Room service? What room service?" The cleaner seemed to hear about this hotel service for the first time.
"I'm not too sure myself, someone on the phone asked if I needed it, and I felt bad for refusing, so I let them come over." Han Fei had an air of refined gentleness, appearing as an innocent, naive young man to anyone.
